watching the world through the rear windscreen at night,
it's a gorgeous sight.
lights, lights of red blue green red blue green streak by so fast,
as the passengers speed past.watching the world, anxiously, through the rear windscreen at night,vienna teng's "blue caravan".
it just flows. who needs choruses?Oh he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold.
But now my blue, blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old.
it (takes your breath away) is a terrifying sight.
lights, lights of red blue green swallowed by the dark at last,
as another one bites the dust.
Strummed at 11:21 PM (x)